despite the faux leg and bad back, he has an admiration for the rodents. guns are gone and he squats, as close to their level as he can, presenting a small cheese cube for their enjoyment. "got the guy in the kitchen t'cube some cheese for 'em. they were jus' throwin' this shit out. perfectly good cheese. figured they'd get to it, anyway" :)
jason had informed her and the crew to wait outside; and their patience is rewarded tenfold.
there's a cacophony of squeaking at his return, ankles swarmed as if standing in running water. it's clear they can smell their savoury treats, the way they're hopping around and shoving one another to be the first in line to eat out of his hand. they aren't always willing to do so with folks who aren't odette - but it's become clear they trust him implicitly.
woman in question watches from her perch atop restaurant's dumpster, incapable of hiding the smile that's permeated her cheeks. it was an adoring scene, seeing her babies so overjoyed for what was likely their favourite snack. she rests head in her hands, fingers tapping idly on either side of her face. ❝ sweet'a you. ❞ she comments in earnest, ❝ not a lotta' folks in 'dis town see 'em f'er what 'dey really are, y'know. like you do. ❞
sweet, innocent creatures; hankering for love, affection, and cheese - just like the rest of us. ❝ 'dey really like y'a. ❞ odette adds, bemused brow crooked at the particularly fat orange rat who has scaled up jason's back without issue. into his hair it tries to nest, tiny feet digging through the waves. ❝ cheese puff reaaaaaally likes y'a. maybe y' should take 'em on 'da bike 'r somethin'. lil' advent'a. ❞ ﹙@reknight﹚
